It's my baby's senior year in high school. As I made his breakfast and then his lunch today, I realized in a year...I will have more free time in the mornings.
My life is rife with the possibility of changes...not just the boy, but other things as well. It's too soon to give voice to any of them yet. But they are there. Looming? Promising? Teasing?
As I move through the dance that makes up my day-to-day life, I catch myself thinking "if this change comes to pass, I won't be doing this anymore." Sometimes that's a good thought. Sometimes it is melancholy.
I am finding that this makes me more aware of the joy that comes from living in the moment. At least sometimes. To be aware and cherish those moments that I so often let pass without note. Because this is just what happens everyday...until it isn't.
I don't mean that I am holding on to these things, these moments, because I am afraid I'll lose them. It's because I want to fully experience what is set before me.